As Azrael made his way toward the classroom through the academy grounds, he noticed a familiar figure walking ahead of him.
Without any change in expression, Azrael moved one of his fingers slightly, and a small wind blade materialized before him.
With a casual wave of his hand, spatial fluctuations rippled around the blade and in the next instant, it vanished from its position.
The figure walking ahead of him suddenly stopped, hurriedly raising an arm in alarm as cold air surged from his body and in an instant, his entire arm was encased in solid ice.
Clang!
A sharp metallic sound echoed through the surroundings as the space in front of Luo Bingqing twisted slightly and a wind blade shot forth, colliding against his frozen arm.
The wind blade shattered instantly upon impact, dispersing into a gentle breeze that made Luo Bingqing's hair flutter softly.
